Instinct

The red-eye of decadence Blinds my way into the light, Often I’m consumed by the black of my heart So lost from the calling of the white. Sinfully lustful, equally wasteful The hours of the day to the night, Blissful wisdom, nomadic kingdom This darkness will lead to the light. Bound By the surreal space and time, Here and now, I free-will my soul To the tune of one true mystical rhyme. I must save myself, holy my soul And pure my spirit, I’m an animal living in this mean sad world All I got is my instinct. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.